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Earth-199999.
~80 BE (Before Emergence) ~ 1943 CE (Current Era).
Inevitability is such an interesting concept. Or should I say fate, maybe destiny? I could also be romantic and call it the power of love. Whether predestined, a self-fulfilled prophecy, or simple happenstance, Carter fell in love with Rogers.
Now, on the highest floor of one of my Obelisks, Peggy and I had the 'pleasure' of accompanying a very drunk Carter.
"It, just just is isn't fair!" She exclaimed while slamming the bottle of the oldest whiskey in existence. It was whiskey I made back in the times before Jesus' birth. Way before the concept of whiskey was even born.
I'm not saying that the older the liquor the better it tastes. I don't even like alcohol, but even then... why did Peggy open that bottle for her counterpart?
"Just take Peggy's deal," I mumbled.
"Nein!" She exclaimed in German. "If if I... if if you do that, I... the me that is me... but not me... I will lose my soldier... wait... her soldier?... no, mine soldier... right?"
"If no solution is good, why not follow the path of self-gratification?" Peggy suggested.
Hic "... I... I... don't know?" She said, asked?
"Drunk Peggy, go to sleep," I ordered while putting her to sleep with my telepathy.
Thunk Her head met the counter with full force.
"Don't be so coarse," Peggy chided me.
"I can't stomach her indecision," I argued. "Do, or do not, there is no try."
"I don't think that phrase is completely adequate to her situation, but I understand what you mean," Peggy said. She removed the bottle from Carter's hand and downed a gulp of it. "Don't be too rough on her," she patted affectionately the head of the passed out drunk, "during this time of my life, my ideals, values, and morals were not as 'flexible' as they later turned out due to my experience in SHIELD."
"I understand, but I don't like it," I shrugged. "Inaction helps no one, and we are prioritizing the you and Rogers that we know."
"Hopefully, she'll come around," Peggy said. "What will you do tomorrow? More healing and support or are you going to visit your best friend?"
"Hehehe," I chuckled. "I'll drop by to be by his side. After Rogers pulled that rescued of the 107th he must be feeling pretty shitty, even more so with all the subsequent rug-pulling the dear Captain has been doing on Hydra. What better than your best friend to help you with your burdens?"
"I don't know what to feel about this," Peggy commented. "On one side, fuck Schmidt! On the other hand, why are you bullying a tormented mortal? Don't you feel ashamed of yourself? Then again, fuck Schmidt!"
"Hey, that's my best friend whom I love dearest you're talking about," I frowned. "Show some respect."
"Right, right," Peggy dismissively waved me off. "This war has been considerably different from the one I experienced."
"Different?" I questioned. "I mean, how could it not be? Humanity as a whole is more advanced due to Selene's erudite vampires, then we have my Obelisks running interference in every strategy, add my healing and that would be only the most remarkable of the differences between this Earth and our own."
"I can see that," Peggy nodded. "Given that I've been mostly focused on my territory in the Imperium, however, I've been disconnected from the occurrences of Earth for a few centuries now."
"That's understandable," I agreed. "You, and the rest of my Therions born on Earth, have been so disconnected from Earth and humanity ever since the Era of Space Exploration that I wonder if you still carry that Terran feel to yourselves."
"That... I can't deny that even while conserving all of my memories intact in my mind palace... I feel so..." She dragged her words while pondering.
"Disconnected from your humanity?" I supplemented.
"Yes," Peggy said. "I'm their stalwart defender, I don't think that will ever change for me and Steve, but I know that my heart will prioritize our Duskari over humanity without hesitation."
I detected some melancholy in her.
"That's normal, Peggy," I said. "If you can't honor your home—over your origin—then a lot of institutions wouldn't work."
"So that's it? The Duskari have become my home?" Peggy made a rhetorical question.
"Otherwise you would be like those children of immigrants waving the flag of their parents' birth countries," I added.
"Should I add Xenophobic to your list of quirks?" Peggy asked jokingly.
"I don't see nationality," I declared proudly.
"Right, you only see race, life level, and soul brightness," she quipped.
I laughed at her comment.
In the war, even as deadly as the conflict was, a semblance of respite for the soldiers could be found. Not only were my own actions ensuring that whenever a soldier made it to medical care under my watch, they would live, but also because the Isthmus moved to provide healers throughout all battlefields.
And as strange and contradictory as it may appear to all those others who had seen a war ravage the civilian population, the civilians easily enjoyed the ultimate form of safety by walking into any of my Obelisks.
Yeah... It was strange.
However, not the strangest thing about this Earth that has been blessed with my shine.
Time passed, and as I expected, the war progressed and branched differently from its original path. Considering the effects of causality, this was not a surprise.
I wouldn't say it was that different, but certainly the use of weaponry and military vehicles more advanced than those of other Earths for this time-place made a difference.
Again, this was only a natural result after considering all the advances that the Libralisk has brought to humanity up to date.
As the war progressed, I made sure to drop by Schmidt after every time Rogers and his team pulled one over Hydra.
"Are you real?... No, you can't be... Can you?... No!... But if you were real... Could you do that thing I like?" Schmidt asked me like an addict going through withdrawal.
He was... twitchy, for lack of a better word to describe my friend while giving him face. How his men were still loyal to him was an enigma to me.
No, it's not that I hadn't taken a look at their interactions and witnessed what he did to keep hidden all of his... quirks. It's more that I can't comprehend how in this broken state of being, he has the capability to put up an act of sanity and reliability in front of his men.
In his mind, after receiving my love, he doesn't make a difference between an object and his men. So, his putting up an act of normalcy for his subordinates is as illogical as a sane human putting up an act for the objects in their room.
Like, it would be like humans feeling ashamed of the things the sheets in their beds had witnessed. Or trying to put on airs for the closet. Or changing clothes in the bedroom because one wouldn't want to flash the toothbrush.
That's how far gone Schmidt was.
And I couldn't help but love this mortal more for that!
'Hahahahahahaha!'
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Yeah, me and my Selves were losing our shit upon witnessing Schmidt.
"Of course, my best friend... For you, I'll do the thing you like," I replied.
I made a small orb of soft glowing light, his eyes dilated and the orb became the only thing in his life. Then I gave a fur of light to the orb, and he reached for it like a baby reaching for a mobile. Drool began to flow freely from his open mouth, and his eyes turned draconic, just like mine but without the space-for-sclera feature. His hair turned white and then platinum.
And yet, he witnessed none of this because he only had eyes for the fluffy orb of light. He held it with tender care, like one does a baby, and crouched before kneeling and lying on his side in a fetal position on the cold, dirty floor with it cradled in his embrace.
I squatted near his side and petted his bald red skull like I do my children.
"Yes, Schmidt... You've been a good supremacist... I'm sure you'll bring the shine and the fluff to the ignorant masses," I whispered like a motherly figure.
"Yes... I will raze this world to the ground and from its ashes a new enlightened humanity of superior beings will be reborn. I will bring the light and the softness of the shine and the fluff to the unenlightened," he said.
'Hahahahahahaha!'
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"Yes, you will," I continued. "Don't let that meanie stop you."
"Rogers is naught but a challenge for me to overcome," he declared softly before falling asleep.
"Man, if only you knew how much joy you bring to my heart," I murmured to the sleepy thing.
Soon 1945 came, and D-Day was upon us.
I cared not for it, beyond the requests for my and the Duskari's presence on the shores, but I had another reason to participate.
In Omaha Beach, with a rain of sand, water, blood, bones, innards, and bullets being kept away from me by my trusty telekinesis, I made it to one particular serviceman.
"MOVE! MOVE!" The serviceman shouted. "I'LL PROVIDE COVER FIRE!"
I moved unseen by the mortals until I stood behind the man. And then, with the skill that every mother believes their child has of pausing a multiplayer game, the world paused.
"Hello, Aniki," I greeted. "Sorry to intrude on your fun, I have a quick question."
"Aragorn, it's no bother at all," Aniki turned to me. "I do wonder how you discovered me, I'm sure I avoided your senses."
"Oh, indeed I couldn't register you until I spotted you in my sight," I nodded. As Aniki said, I came here not because I sensed him, but because I was looking for him.
"Ah, so it was thanks to your 'extra' knowledge," Aniki said in realization.
"Exactly, it was not that you caught my eye, but that I was specifically searching for you," I admitted.
"Hah! Those eyes of yours are truly your most broken aspect," Aniki good-naturedly scoffed.
"Yep, these babies operate under the realm of omniscience," I touched my eyes. "It's the only one of the big O's that I currently can touch upon."
"I think your concept will naturally lead you to omnipresence," Aniki said in a contemplative mood. "What about omnipotence?"
"I have no plans at the moment for it," I confessed. "I'm unsure of what other paradoxes Void-chan will want to accomplish through me, so for the moment I'm not seeking it."
"... Hahaha! That's what I like about you, Aragorn," he laughed.
"Ehh? Sorry, but I'm Noonasexual," I joked.
"Annoying," he flicked my forehead and I felt it through all of my Selves, even the ones outside.
"Ouch, that hurt?" I complained while rubbing my forehead. "Did you use your omnipotence for that? I'm pretty sure I'm beyond the concept of pain at this stage of life."
"It's just a little trick," he grinned. "Did you know what's the most ironic thing about beings like me?"
"You mean creators or omnipotent beings?" I asked.
"Omnipotent creators," he clarified.
"Mmmmm...." I mulled over the question with all of my Selves for an instance, literally. "Ah! I know!" I exclaimed. "Love?" I asked.
"Yes, you guessed it right," he nodded. "For all of my power, I can't find Love without losing my Omnipotence, because you can't love those whom you can't consider your equals, the sole act of loving implies bringing yourself to the level of your mate or lifting your mate to your level."
"It's a paradox, right?" I asked.
"Yes, there can't be more than one omnipotent being within a domain. Otherwise, one of them is not omnipotent," he replied.
"And you don't want to forgo your omnipotence, is that it?" I asked. If there's no omnipotence, then there's no paradox.
"I love my creation too much to risk its end," he clarified. "My only chance would be for another Multiverse to be adjacent to my own, that way I could meet halfway there the other omnipotent creator."
"Is this related to that time the DC Multiverse crossed paths with this one?" I asked.
"Yes, but sadly, The Presence had no interest in it, he already had a partner," Aniki said.
"I see... You were unlucky," I remarked.
"And isn't that a novelty on its own? I can control luck within my creation, yet I was unlucky outside of it," he grumbled.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Aniki," I said. "If you want, I can see about making another Multiverse with a hot creator your neighbor. Have you heard of big titty goth MILF?"
"Please, don't," he immediately stopped my plans of becoming an Omniversal Matchmaker ROB. "I can only foresee trouble. Like I said, my love is my creation."
"Fine, but I'll keep an eye out regardless," I said.
"Let's get back on track with your question," he said. "Is this about the changes in Earth-5H1N3?"
"Yes, you know how I am and I wanted to ask if you recommend I return to avoid losing my shit if someone were to harm my Chocolate," I said.
"Mmmm, no, you don't need to return," he said after a moment of thought.
"Eh, you didn't sound that much dependable there for a moment," I said.
"It's not that nothing untoward will happen, it's that your precautions are enough for you to interfere at the needed instant," he clarified.
"Ah, so I don't need to return because regardless, I will be able to reach Gaea or protect her altogether," I said.
"Exactly," he nodded. "I also know that what will happen will be beneficial to your job. It's like when doctors remove an organ that has turned malignant before replacing it with a healthy one."
"Ugh, I can infer that it will be a shitfest, won't it?" I grumbled.
"Yes, in terms of my comics, it will be a several-issue-long arc," he jovially said.
"Character development for Spider-Man and all of that?" I asked with an arching brow.
"Exactly," he nodded vigorously. "Now that you mention it, I should probably add some more of the old trusty CD to the little spider's life," he mumbled under his breath. "Do you need anything else?"
"No, that was all, you can go back to enjoying the war and tormenting the Spider-People," I said.
And just like that, like what mothers like to believe possible, the multiplayer game was restarted.
"AGH! MOMMA! WHERE'S MY MOMMA!"
BOOOM
"THEY GOT ANOTHER OF THE RYAN BROTHERS!"
BOOOM
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! HAS SOMEONE SEEN MY OTHER LEG? I DON'T WANT THE SAGES TO RAPLACE MINE WITH A NIGGER'S"
BOOOM
"FUCK YOU! I BET YOU'LL MOVE WITH YOUR DICK FORWARD TO GET YOUR PINKY REPLACED WITH ONE OF MY BROTHAS' COCK!"
BOOOM
"SHUT UP NIGGER! PROVIDE COVER FIRE!"
BOOOM
"I'M DOING THAT! GET YOUR WHITE ASS NEAR ME! I CAN'T REACH YOU THAT FAR AWAY!"
BOOOM
"FUCK! I'M CRAWLING THERE!"
BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM
"SHIT! INCOMING!"
BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM
"NIGGER! DON'T COME, YOU'LL DIE!"
BOOOM
"SHUT UP! I'LL GET YOU!"
'No, you'll both die,' I thought.
BOOOOOOOM
And they did die together, cannon fire doesn't discriminate.
What an interesting pair. They both hated each other's ethnicities yet they shared a brotherly bond.
To be fair, I find it would be hard not to make brotherly bonds under this meat grinder they call war, especially this D-Day operation. What a buttload of gore.
I approached the remaining smoothie of the two bodies and pulled their souls myself. Let's make them twins in their next lives.
The war moved on despite the countless sacrifices, and the Allies began to see the finish line. It was during this windfall that a certain Supersoldier lost his best friend and vowed to defeat Hydra and my best friend.
The soldier boy and his Howling Commandos located my bestie's headquarters and promptly advanced to deal with his evil plans of world annihilation to breed an enlightened humanity.
And just like in the movies, I witnessed Rogers board the Valkyrie following Schmidt. Their fight for the right to enlighten or not humanity was chaotic and cinematic, just as I saw in the movies. So much so that I couldn't help but reminisce about those days were I found the smidget of much-needed joy to continue with life in the cinema.
The giddiness I felt whenever I walked into the dark room with a box of mixed popcorn and certainly my whole backpack filled with smuggled goods. Not because I lacked the currency to purchase sweets, but simply because of the joy in succeeding with the mischief.
It was never a fulfilling life, but, before the start of WWIII and the subsequent invasion of the bugs, it was my life.
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'No, I don't think I'm sad, nor do I believe I'm feeling regret, Void-chan,' I replied.
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'I can't deny that I sometimes miss the days I belonged to [Life], but I wouldn't change what I have now for anything,' I said. 'What about you, Void-chan? What would you have done if I had not been there to become a part of you?'
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'I guess in the way you experience reality, anti-reality, disreality, and suprareality, it would be the same as saying that The Void was not paradoxical in nature,' I said.
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'It was an imaginary scenario, Void-chan,' I added. 'I know I was, am, and will forever be part of you, and that my time as part of [Life] was the chrysalid for what you and I are today, tomorrow, and have been since before.'
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'I'm glad you're as happy as I am, dear Void-chan,' I said.
After reminiscing with my OriginSelf, I stealthily followed after the Valkyrie until it crashed into the Arctic. After ensuring the soldier boy was frozen solid while alive, I jumped to Vormir.
My best friend was engulfed in an amber light, his form shifting between flesh and bone and astralization. The amber light was ominously pulsing and his limbs were spasming with it.
I felt the light fall on me and said, "Continue as you wish, I don't covet you nor do I need you, Soul."
I felt the light/authority superficially peer into me, but as soon as it noticed the strangeness of my soul, it understood what I was and returned to finish the transformation of my dear Schmidt.
It became apparent that it would be a slow process, nonetheless, it was interesting beyond measure.
This was my first time seeing such a transformation, from a mortal being into a nigh-immortal wraith entity. Not only that, the Soul Stone was filling his head with certain aspects of his authority over souls, specifically the part where it knew all of the souls within its reality.
It was a method of data transferring that reminded me of the way The System interacted with Spark and Seraph—in consequence with me as well. The speed needed for Schmidt to gain access to the knowledge of the identity of all souls on Earth-199999 was absurd.
"I thought it was something similar to a web browser or an AI chat," I muttered to myself. "Instead is like uploading a database."
What a weird approach, but technically souls are databanks with nigh-unlimited capacity, so it's believable if the Soul Stone took this approach.
The transformation wasn't fully done until a couple of days later, and although it didn't say it, I could feel how annoyed the Soul Stone was at me about something. Only when Schmidt opened his eyes did I understand why it was so irritated.
"Aragorn, progeny of the Outside," Schmidt said with a clarity I had not seen in him in years.
"Ah, you were ruined," I said with a disappointed scowl while glaring at the hidden Soul Stone that ruined my best friend into sanity.
"My transition would have taken an instant had I not needed certain... adjustments," he said.
"I wonder, if I give you my love again, will you return to your resplendent self? Will you return to being my dear friend?" I asked.
"Please have mercy, Lord Aragorn," Schmidt knelt and implored with his head bowed.
"I don't know... Should I?" I asked. "When you were my best friend and wanted to end humanity I could at least attribute it to the madness enhancement of my love, but if you're sane and just... you, then I find it difficult to stay my hand from your execution."
"Lord Aragorn, I'm not the same as before," he said from his kneeling position. "The stone, it changed me."
Heard all this bullcrap while staring at the same old disgusting mulch of tar he called his soul.
"Sure, I won't end you then," I lied. I will definitely end him. "So long as you remain here, committed to your role as the Stone's keeper, I won't bother you," I lied. I will for sure come back and deal with him when it's most appropriate.
"I thank you immensely, Lord Aragorn," he said in reverence.
"Yeah, yeah," I dismissively waved my tail at him and then jumped back to Earth.
On Earth, I arrived next to Peggy and Margaret. It was clear Margaret was drowning in depression and Peggy was trying to be there for her.
"Are you done with your 'friend', Aragorn?" Peggy asked me upon arrival.
"I'll be done with him in 78 years, but until then, I'm done with him." I transformed into my honey badger form and flew to Peggy's lap to receive some petting.
My Peggy ran her dextrous fingers through my spine and petted my scales just how I liked it.
"How are you taking it, Margaret?" I asked the brooding woman.
"... I think I'm gonna accept your offer," she drawled. "Is it possible to ask for a favor?"
"It depends," I said. "So long as it isn't annoying, I or Peggy can indulge your request."
"I... I wanted to ask you to oversee her when she takes my place," she said.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked. "She'll live almost the same life as you, except that you'll have Rogers and she'll have another man. Do you want us to give her an easier life?"
"To an extent, not something overly intrusive," she pleaded.
"... I don't want to," I said. "It sounds annoying. I only care about your happiness because Peggy does, so I'll be done with my service after I switch you with the Carter of the alternate timeline. You can talk to Peggy for any after-service."
"You're as crass as ever," she replied with no heat to her words.
We've known each other for about 2 years now and she certainly understands what type of dragon I am.
"She won't have a perfect life," Peggy said. "But I'll make sure she doesn't suffer a tragedy."
"Thank you," Margaret said. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm ready."
I snapped my fingers and the Carters switched places.
The Carter from the alternate timeline came from a very different Earth, one that didn't have me and everything associated with me in it. So, upon her abrupt arrival, I filled her mind with the understanding of this Earth.
Peggy added some filler memories to explain why she was friends with her and had met me. The filler memories went about how I detected traces of Remus' blood in her and decided to approach her. Additionally, in her memories, Peggy had a different face than hers.
Just like, when the Rogers of the main timeline travels to the past of the alternate timeline, he'll meet with the correct Margaret. They'll live their romantic story together and after her death, he'll return to the main timeline and pass over his shield.
{A/N: This follows the time travel logic that has been explained for Marvel Comics and that Hulk and Iron Man talk about in the MCU movies. Endgame Part 2 made it seem like Captain America returned to the past and lived the rest of his life with the Peggy of the main timeline, but that conflicts with their logic of time travel where they clearly say you can't travel to the past of your timeline.
An argument could be made that with the fall of the TVA and the subsequent ascension of Loki, these rules could have changed, but the comics also say that you can't travel to your past, only alternate timelines. I'm already pushing it with Aragorn's bullshit abilities and since Earth-5H1N3 treads closer to comic logic, I'll follow the rule that no one from Marvel beyond a level of existence can travel to their past.}
After Margaret left for the night, I turned to Peggy with a questioning look.
"Will you return Rogers after he returns to this timeline?" I asked Peggy.
"I... I think he might want to live the rest of his days on his home Earth, possibly," Peggy said, unsure. "Personally, in his shoes, I would have wanted to return, but Steve told me that there was a chance Rogers would feel it would be appropriate to end in his real homeland."
"Then let's leave it in 'we'll see'," I said.
"Yes, we'll see about it," Peggy nodded.
The war progressed to its end and on April 30th, in his bunker in Berlin, Adolf Hitler appointed Grand Admiral Karl Dönitz, the Commander-in-Chief of the German Navy, as his successor. Hitler then committed suicide to evade capture after Nazi Germany's defeat.
May 8th came and the Allies celebrated victory in Europe after the official surrender of Germany was signed at the Soviet headquarters in Berlin. In the following month, the World Bank and the United Nations were founded.
While the war in Europe was coming to an end, the "Target Committee" formed by the U.S. government deliberated on various factors, including the presence of military or industrial facilities, the surrounding urban area, and whether a city had largely been spared from conventional bombing raids (to allow for a clear assessment of the atomic bomb's destructive power) to determine the appropriate tragets for their new toy.
In the end, Hiroshima, Kokura, Niigata, Nagasaki, and Kyoto are chosen.
In another life, on another Earth, Niigata and Kakura would have been spared due to the range and fuel limitations of the delivery bomber, and Kyoto due to its historical importance. However, on this Earth, where technology was more advanced and where I cast protection wards on historically important buildings, these limitations were not encountered by the Target Committee.
And so, on August 6th, I saw as one after the other, they dropped five fission nuclear bombs straight at the Obelisks around which these cities were developed.
"What shitload of deaths," landing softly near the crying Phastos and Ajak, I comment.
"Aragorn," Phastos calls between sobbing. "They are all dead."
"Most of them are," I nodded. My tail swayed from behind me and from the radioactive rubble, bubbles of my void barriers emerged with babies, toddlers, infants, and pregnant women. "Mostly men died, I would not have saved the women either, had it not been for their fetuses."
"You," Ajak voiced out, her vocabulary failing her.
"Yeah, yeah, you can save yourselves the Sersi speech. Indeed I could have saved them all, but I chose not to. Let's leave it at that," I said. "How about you do something helpful and help those still alive? Not everyone was lucky to have been a child."
With the Eternals, Duskari, and my help, it took about a week to coordinate rescue for those trapped under the rubble. My Obelisks, still intact, worked magnificently as temporary shelters, as they have always done so for humanity during times of peril.
After that, when people were no longer dying from anything other than radiation poisoning, I teleported to the Whitehouse.
"Greetings, Harry S. Truman," I calmly said.
"M-Mr. Abner," he stammered out. "To w-what do I owe the pleasure?"
I looked around at the stiff people in the Oval Office. My sudden appearance had put a stop to any movement in the room. I could recognize some by looks, others were foreign to me. Not that it mattered.
"It's a modern era, no? Humans don't go around waging religious warfare, women are not burned at the stake under the condemnation of the title of witches, the deities don't go around parading amongst mortals, science isn't taken as witchcraft, and the world has shrunken considerably; to the point where circumnavigating the globe isn't impossible in a human lifespan, right?" I asked.
"... Yes, Mr. Abner," he forced out a reply. He, and several others in the room, were sweating bullets.
"Following the paradigm of the modern era, I don't go around unmaking humans who claim godhood and believe their lie, I don't destroy entire cultures, eras, peoples, and such to later build monuments in Dragon Ore for the future generations to learn the lesson of the story. I feel like we are past that, aren't we?"
"I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do, Mr. Abner," he said. His heart rate was spiking, his blood vessels dilated, and his eyes swam frantically.
"No, I understand that you could not," I nodded. "Even so, when I saw those five bombs detonate on my Obelisks, I had to ask myself: Was it so because the cities were built around my Obelisks, or did humanity once more believe they could put the reins on me?
"Did humanity think to themselves capable of ridding this world of me after acquiring a shiny new toy? Was it truly that when I clearly showed in the Northern Scale how I survived the meteorite that ended the dinosaurs? Did they overestimate their weapon?
"If it's the former, I could understand, but in the case of the latter... I wonder, should I return to deal with humanity in the way that I've done for millennia, or should I try a more modern approach and show you how puny nuclear weapons are to reaffirm my impervious status in your hearts and heads?" I asked.
Accompanying my question I made a very realistic illusion to scale of me flying in my draconic form over the East Coast with my fire breath trained on the ground.
"..."
No one replied this time.
About five days later the president abdicated his position. This made me feel very political, like in those stories where the king abdicates after a particular fuck-up. Yeah, I feel like I'm really getting in the flow of the 'modern era'. I feel civilized.
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